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Post by Deadhead on Aug 30, 2016 16:42:16 GMT
Deadhead observed the Gangrel's speech and manners carefully, only letting his eyes off him when he gestured towards Raven, letting one of the filthy orange orbs roll in her general direction. The Nosferatu slowly let his twitching eyelids cover his eyes for a moment, trying to listen to the darkest thoughts in the corner of his mind, attempting to hear even the slightest whisper of the Beast raging inside his soul. When he opened his eyes, the Creep spoke plainly and calmly. "I seek a path, that much is true. However, this is not a decision to be taken lightly. Shedding one's Humanity - as much of a hurdle as it is - for an even greater obstacle is foolish at best and suicidal at worst."
Staring with intensity into Aleksy's eyes, he took a moment to take an unnecessary breath. "Your soul finds more than solace as a Crusader, Ductus, that is more than clear to me. What is not clear is whether mine would as well." He let those words hang in the air for a moment, finding the right words was a tedious task. "Your offer is a worthy one, Aleksy Katzoff, one that I will have to consider. But this is not yet the time." Deadhead's fingers twisted and tangled between themselves, expecting the worst that could come.
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Aleksy
Przemytnicy Broni
We are famed for our Pilsners...
Posts: 505
Status: Ductus
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Post by Aleksy on Sept 1, 2016 23:16:09 GMT
The great blocky jaw of the Gangrel visibly sets. Like sliding a great stone tile into place on a flagstone floor, the end result was coldly stoic. He gives a single sharp effective nod to the Nosferatu's words. "A man must walk his own path." he intoned it weightily as though it were the greatest universal truth that could be known. That captivating voice convincing the listeners it just may be. "I can only show you the way. You are a craftsman" there was unwavering certainty in his voice as he spoke the next words "A craftsman's greatest joy is the commission. To be presented with a problem and given the joy of applying your skill to it's solution. You will see when you are ready."
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Post by Deadhead on Sept 2, 2016 6:09:45 GMT
"I will." Deadhead nodded, his voice carrying an odd feeling of certainty, while he was trying to hide the sudden release of tension within his wretched body. "Until then, for your hospitality and your offer, I am in your debt." Raising the gun and holding it with both hands, he intones with a creaking voice. "How may I repay it?"
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Aleksy
Przemytnicy Broni
We are famed for our Pilsners...
Posts: 505
Status: Ductus
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Post by Aleksy on Sept 2, 2016 10:14:38 GMT
"You repay it with loyal service to the Sword." Was the Ductus' simple short supply, yet the weight of it could be felt upon the entire room. "If you wish to do more than that then please arrange a meeting with your Ductus, and yourself where I may deliver a gift to your pack. I shall not intrude upon your haven, I understand you have a Tzimisce member."
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Post by Deadhead on Sept 2, 2016 17:30:39 GMT
"I'm sure my Ductus will be more than happy to hear of that", the Creep uttered. "Speaking of which, a meeting between the packs would be of use to us all, would it not? After all, we're all going in blind right now, might as well have a vague idea of what everyone else is doing."
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Aleksy
Przemytnicy Broni
We are famed for our Pilsners...
Posts: 505
Status: Ductus
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Post by Aleksy on Sept 2, 2016 18:00:52 GMT
"Indeed it would." The Ductus concurred with a single sharp effective nod "But I am given to understand there are demands upon your pack's time. If you would be free we would be delighted to receive you. Assuming agreement can be found on terms between my priest and your former ductus of course." it was well known just how painstaking arranging a meeting between two fiends could be and his carefully chosen words like quiet tiptoes past a sleeping dragon's lair.
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Post by Deadhead on Sept 2, 2016 19:53:40 GMT
The words 'former ductus' confused the Creep for a moment. "Former... ah, yes. I am sure my Ductus can handle the negotiations. You can imagine he is a more skilled diplomat than me", he said, his voice lacking any bit of irony, but the idea was still quite obvious. "What about the others? Black Volga, I believe they're called?"
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Aleksy
Przemytnicy Broni
We are famed for our Pilsners...
Posts: 505
Status: Ductus
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Post by Aleksy on Sept 3, 2016 7:57:12 GMT
"They are of course likewise welcome. I believed they were preoccupied also." he moves to start putting away some tools and parts on the workbench as he speaks "Przemytnicy Broni welcome all our brothers and sisters. Do you believe your ductus might be able to deliver such an invitation to Black Volga's ductus? Rosti is a harder man to decline than I." there was a wistful sigh as he spoke of Deadhead's leader it was clear Aleksy was quite taken with the man.
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Post by Deadhead on Sept 3, 2016 10:44:05 GMT
"That's an... interesting offer", the Creep noted, slightly confused. "I might be able to convince Rosti of this action, but it seems a bit unorthodox, asking for his help in a matter that is of no direct concern to him."
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Aleksy
Przemytnicy Broni
We are famed for our Pilsners...
Posts: 505
Status: Ductus
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Post by Aleksy on Sept 4, 2016 13:04:50 GMT
"It is my belief that our cause is best and most swiftly served by all packs meeting at once." Aleksy clarified "I am a landlord, so I would desire the honour of hosting. I believe the Pub Przewoźnika can cater to the needs of all concerned. In this way it does concern your Ductus that we are all bonded before we face the fires of holy crusade." the reverence with which he explains his position is akin to a man that had discovered the holy father would give a sermon at their residence. To him this was a grand honour, one he felt the charming Ravnos might better deliver to him.
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Post by Deadhead on Sept 4, 2016 13:41:08 GMT
The Nosferatu let out a slight grin, which to others might be perceived as simply a grinding of his teeth. "You place great trust in the packs, I see. If that is the case, I will see what can be done." Deadhead checked his phone for a moment. "Is there anything you wish of me at this time? I do need to discuss this matter with Rosti, and doing this sooner might be wise."
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Aleksy
Przemytnicy Broni
We are famed for our Pilsners...
Posts: 505
Status: Ductus
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Post by Aleksy on Sept 4, 2016 16:07:24 GMT
"You have free and full leave, my brother." Aleksy assured him standing to one side and gesturing with a large paw in the direction back to above ground. "I have your word, that is all I need of you." he gives a smile that reveals just enough fang to serve as a reminder that however civilised he may be he remains a beast.
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Post by Deadhead on Sept 4, 2016 18:13:37 GMT
Gathering everything he had brought, while also hiding his new acquisition in his tattered jacket, the Creep nods towards Aleksy. "I'll let you know when all has been dealt with." Scrapping at his chin, tiny bits of dried blood and dust tumbling down to the floor, Deadhead asks: "As a side note, know any other place where we could talk in private? There's an ache in my bones, feels like a storm is on its way", his fingers twitching, almost pulsing as he speaks.
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Aleksy
Przemytnicy Broni
We are famed for our Pilsners...
Posts: 505
Status: Ductus
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Post by Aleksy on Sept 5, 2016 14:13:49 GMT
"There is a place. The ruins on the outskirts of town. If you wish to spek privately go there, I shall meet you when the pub is attended to." He claps a large rough paw on the Creep's shoulder "Any storm that comes we shall weather together ." he assures Deadhead in a voice like a storm of it's own. "As brothers."
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Post by Deadhead on Sept 5, 2016 14:56:41 GMT
"Let it be so", the Creep responded, facing the Ductus. "Let it be so..." Turning his gaze towards the rest of the pack, he spoke: "May you enjoy the rest of the evening, brothers and sisters", before exiting the bar, disappearing in the rain.
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